Wizard of All Souls

York clung to the potion of life.

Seeing York being so determined, Will was relieved.

"I didn't mistake the wrong person. With my help, you can definitely reach the top."

"I will not disappoint the principal's expectations!"

"Very good, let me tell you how to use Life Elixir. The method is very simple, just be mentally prepared."

York swallowed heavily, staring nervously at Will.

The following words are related to his life!

"Just insert the needle into the heart and inject the golden life potion in the syringe into the heart." Will crossed his fingers against the chair.

The method is so simple.

However, once implemented, the courage required is not ordinary.

Sure enough, York immediately hesitated.

"If I did so, the success rate ..."

Half of York's words stopped.

York gritted his teeth, and his two eyes rolled back and forth in his eyes.

for a long time.

York figured it out and took a long breath.

"I believe the principal."

Finished.

The syringe burst into the heart suddenly.

The fingers force, and golden life potions are slowly injected into the body.

York was flushed all over, sweating constantly, and his face twisted because of too much pain.

But he did not give up.

After injecting the life medicine, pull out the syringe and throw it to the ground.

"Huh ah--"

York clenched his fists, his whole body burst into blue, and he roared upward.

The next moment, York fell to the ground.

Holding his body twitching constantly.

His mouth kept breathing cold.

Time and time again I want to yell, but I can't make any sound.

Watching York huddled in pain on the ground.

Will still sat with his fingers crossed against the chair, "Relax, you will be fine with me."

The soft vitality emanated from Will and enveloped towards York.

Vitality enters from various pores in York, moisturizing York's body and guiding the violent vitality inside York.

"La La ... A la la la ... la la ..."

Will hummed a song that calmed his mind.

The pain after using life potions is both a baptism and a test.

Excessive pain may distort human character.

This is not what Will wants.

"I don't want the seedlings I cultivated to be bad."

Guanghui College has been established for more than ten years.

For more than a decade, few people have graduated.

Most people have studied for six years, and their educational level is still in the second or third grade of elementary school.

"Village doctor in the sixth grade of elementary school?"

"My fart!"

"If it is really too short, I will use this level of people?"

"In my plan, I want to become a qualified village doctor with at least a high school education level."

"The problem is, I cultivated it personally and gave high hope to Harvey, and the results of the high school entrance examination were terrible."

"Ugh."

Will looked at the struggling York on the ground.

"It's been more than ten years before you have a reluctant talent."

"Be a role model."

"Provide an endeavor goal for future students."

Knowledge changes destiny, Will has always believed this sentence.

But in this world, not only knowledge is needed, but more important is strength.

Are nobles noble by nature?

How to achieve equality for all? Even if it is just a step further?

What Will thought of was-"provide a platform for the bottom people to gain knowledge and power."

At this stage, the nobility is still a progressive class in this world.

auzw.com The nobility is still the power that Will must rely on.

Civilians who don't know a word, people who haven't even practiced breathing, can only stay in the farmland for a lifetime.

With the platform, it's different.

After the civilians gained knowledge and power.

"I'm so much better than those nobles, why should I be oppressed by them?"

"Aristocrats are amazing? Can you whip us at will? Treat us as slaves?"

"I can beat him, why should I listen to him?"

"I want to have a knighthood."

"Knight's title? Baron's title? Viscount Earl? Maybe the Duke can sit down?"

Until the last shouting-"Wanghou Jiang Xiangning has a call?"

Of course, this may be very long.

The early stage is okay.

Among the nobles with knight talents, one out of ten.

Among the civilians, it is one in a hundred.

The question is how many are civilians? How many are the nobility? The number of civilians is more than 100 times that of nobles?

But the breathing method was no more powerful, and the title became the end of the Viscount.

After the title, you need to step into the wizarding world to be able to obtain it.

"Go slowly."

"When all the people popularize the breathing method, every graduate of Guanghui College has the knight strength."

"When a civilian becomes a Viscount by his own strength."

"It's not too late to think about the next thing."

"I can only do so much now."

"Sure enough, it's still strength."

"If I can have the strength to suppress everything now, many things can be carried out, such as more convenient."

While Will was meditating, York on the side had reached the most critical moment.

"Boom boom ..."

York's heart was beating violently, as if it would explode at any time.

Even Will, who is more than a meter apart, can hear clearly-even if he is a thousand meters away, Will can hear clearly.

"Guru Guru ..."

Blood flows fast in the body.

Blood vessels burst out all over the body, and the surface of the skin seemed to be crawling like hypertrophy earthworms.

"Oooooh ..."

York snarled in a low voice, his fists hammering the ground.

Although the double fists were already covered with blood, York didn't notice it.

"Ka ... Kaka ... Kaka ..."

The floor cracked.

"boom!"

The white light of York's double fists flashed over, and the floor suddenly shattered.

"Whirring whirring--"

York gasped on the ground and gasped.

The body seemed to open the floodgate, sweating like rain.

Between several breaths, a pool of sweat had flowed under him.

Despite such pain, York smiled happily-because he successfully advanced into a prospective knight!

York stood up hard, shaking his body.

"Master principal, I succeeded." York mouth squeezed a smile.

"Uh, congratulations." Will clapped congratulations.

"Thank you, Master Principal, if it is not the Principal who gave me the precious potions of life, I do n’t know how many teenagers are needed to become a prospective knight.

York plopped down on Will and kowtowed.

For this bad habit of kneeling down, Will has prevented it many times, but it has no effect at all.

Over time, Will also gave up.

"You are also tired, go back to rest first, and the next thing will be discussed in detail tomorrow."

"Then I will step down first."

New breathing method?

The road after becoming a prospective knight?

What job will President Will arrange for him?

Although York has countless doubts in his heart, he wants to get answers as soon as possible.

But he is too tired now.

I really need a good rest.

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